Learn to grow in life. Ask for a 600 word essay. Please, please. 10

The annual ring of time has quietly turned sixteen springs and autumns, and the silk thread of life has also been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but after I realized it, I realized ......

is no longer the little girl who clamored for her mother to tell a story, she will not cry for a doll, but often see herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop her mother and father from worrying too much. The taste of growth is understanding.

I no longer shake my little head and sing "Little Gong" with a childlike voice like before, but I am often moved to tears by "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", and I feel the sad and desolate life thoughts left to me by the blind A Bing. The taste of growth is to understand life.

No longer deliberately writing two typos in the workbook to test the teacher's eyesight, but often full of gratitude for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on the forehead, and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help gave me a deeper understanding of "the spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry". So there is no distraction, forgetting the sea of books, bowing to the case, and working hard until dawn.

The taste of growth is gratitude and reward.

I no longer fight with my classmates for a disagreement, but I often drink a cup of steaming Kuding tea in the dead of night, look at the deep blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growth is that a swimming fish in the sea is eager to jump over the dragon gate and swim in the sea.

The taste of growth is that a little bird in the sky longs to fly high and high freely, and the sea of clouds is at your disposal.

The taste of growth, experience it yourself. The taste that seemed sweet and sour, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sentimental and sentimental, haunted me after sixteen springs and autumns, sixteen years, and then immersed in my soul, forever, forever ......

The process of growing up is bitter, sour, sweet, and happy! I had a lot of joy growing up! Write happy things below.

Write about you in elementary school first, and then you in junior high school.

In life, we have had different moods: joys, sorrows, and sorrows, they will often fill our hearts, we have crossed our eyebrows, we have been sad, we have laughed out loud. Life, however, is something that is incomprehensible.

Here, we are happy, sad, and angry.

When I was in elementary school, I regarded it as my best memory. At that time, we had no worries, no sorrows, only the naughtiness, my mother did not prepare a delicious meal waiting for me to come home, after the bell rang for class, we were like wild horses out of the stable, flying out of the stable, flying to nature, enjoying this leisure, this relaxation, this leisure. We ignore the strange eyes of the old people, and still talk and laugh, laughing unscrupulously.

In short, we are happy.

Finally, one day, we left this comfort zone - elementary school. Entered a stage of growth - junior high school.

Ponies cross the river, and the depth of the river needs to be tried by themselves. Although, I heard many people cry about the hardships of junior high school life. But isn't there any joy?

With this question and curiosity, my junior high school life officially began. As they say, junior high school life is not easy.

That's why I started to grow. The once childish face was a little more mature and a little sad, and I began to seek a close friend, and I began to understand the teacher, and from the teacher's harsh criticism, I appreciated their kindness and helplessness. I am happy to understand all this.

I began to have a mind of my own. I don't snuggle up to my parents like a little sheep, and I obey them. For the first time, I had a sense of life.

Although this is immature, he really belongs to me, and in their eyes I may have become disobedient and rebellious. But it was at this point that I really understood the pressure they were under and their concern.

Life is a five-flavor bottle, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, everything is available, and we are slowly tasting this taste. Failure is a must, success is what we look forward to, in a little bit, we grow, but also because we grow, we feel the joy of growth!